The hours of 1 and 2 am have become very familiar to me. Thanks in part to a new work schedule that means never having to be in before 11, and in part to Skins series 1 and 2 on DVD (a gift from my dear friend Shaun Conde), the hour I fall asleep keeps getting pushed later and later. My bed and I now spend many wakeful hours together and have become much better acquainted. Now, instead of simply being a surface to sleep on, it is a place to cuddle up with my laptop and my blanket, watching my favorite british tv actors lead wonderfully dramatic lives.
Part of me really wants to get out of this bed however, and go outside. 2 o'clock in the morning seems to be a magical time to be alone outdoors. So quiet, dark, sometimes foggy, dreamy. If I wasn't plagued by the fear of National City wildlife (skunks, possums, even coyotes), I might. Alas, I am held captive by the fear of, no, not the gang members and drug dealers that may inhabit this ghetto-ish neighborhood, but the skunks. Not your typical co-existing demographics.
you're becoming a me. i don't know whether that's good or bad news for you, but i can see it with the increasing late nights you're experiencing. ha ha. isn't the girl who briefly starred in Bionic Woman in Skins?? he heee... outside at 2 is groovy and quiet. you gotsta try it, and maybe we'll make something out of it. maybe we should start vegetabling people.
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